A tight thongreplaced his pants, slipping between his new firm buttcheeks to showthem off while protecting his modesty from the front, if only barely....His coat had changed into a tight strapless dress, clinging to his newbust and emphasising his cleavage. It was ankle-length, yet it had along slit up the front and the back from just below his belly buttondownwards, causing it to fan out almost like a third pair of wings.Shoulder length gloves covered his arms but left his fingers bare, andhis. Damn it I thought, I like eatting a used pussy but I like fucking one better. I stood up and she started to get undressed. She handed me all her cloths and headed to the shower again. She said over her shoulder go put those in the washer right now, I don't want you jacking off while sniffing my pantyhose. Damn , she knows all my tricks. I started the washer and then fixed me a stiff drink to try and settle down my raging hormones. I made her one too. I carried it into the bathroom and sat it on. Then Amaya grabbed and sucked his cock like a whore. He was shouting, “Bloody whore, take it. Take it”. He then fucked her in various poses such as missionary, doggy style and also while holding her up in the air.“I wanna make you pregnant. Give me a baby, give me a baby, give me a baby”, he shouted as he poured the semen into her pussy.Then he put his finger into her anus, took it out and started licking it.Later he even said, “Come with me, baby. We will marry and run away to some other. “Your so beautiful Lace” he said in a whisper. He reached down and touched my pussy. I was literally soaked by this time and there was a large wet spot on the bed. “Someone is excited” he purred.I shivered at his touch.His towel then fell off, exposing his gigantic hard on. “I’m excited too” he said with a wink. My heart raced. What was he planning to do to me? At this point I honestly didn’t care. He then made his way to the end of the bed. Standing before me, he grabbed my legs, and pulled me.